SECRET OF THE ANCIENTS

Thranduil was back in the royal library. It really frustrated him how he knew nothing about elves and their hair, well to narrow it down, blue hair in particular. Were there any elves with such a feature? Not a single one that he knew about. Of course he had heard stories about unique physical features which some members of his kin possessed but he never reckoned them to be true."Where do I even start?" He walked to the rear portion of the library where sort of a biological and healing section was. There he glimpsed through titles and picked four books. He turned back and sat on a chair taking the first book. After several minutes he was done with the second one, neither of them held the information he needed. The third book was an old one of brown cover and golden title, he was lucky with this one. Frantically he turned pages until he read the title:

''Elves and their hair colours''
He skimmed through text until he came upon what he needed.

...It is generally uncommon for the elves to have different hair colour beside it being black, red, blonde, brown and white. Still there have been recorded few cases where some elves had different hair colour than the natural one. (It can include whole hair or just a streak). The connection between all the recorded cases (as well as of some other features which are triggered by the same action but are mentioned in other chapters), is that during the pregnancy a mother has survived a trauma, whether a physical or a mental one. Furthermore, the trauma causes the formation of a birthmark somewhere on the child's body. The mark can be of a red or brown colour. As the pregnancy progresses and the mother is more in sync with the child, she is able to feel the after effects of her trauma on the child; that is the birthmark. Even though at first feeling a new energy may be confusing for the mother the child accepts it from the beginning and even encourages it in order to strengthen the bond between the two. It is believed that when the bond is strong enough the Valar provide the mother with a wish. She can desire anything she wants concerning her child (whether a physical feature or a personality trait), and when she gives birth the wish will (be)come true. Moreover, concerning our theme our sources provide us with the information of approximately fifty elves who had different hair colour. The commonest among those were purple and afterwards blue and green..."

As Thranduil read the paragraph he felt the wave of relief engulfing his mind. He stood up and went over to the history department where various chronicles were held, he knew all too well which one he craved for at the moment. ''The Middle Earth Chronicle'' he chuckled and moved the book aside just to take what was behind it. Turning back he sprawled onto settee and thought to himself:
"After such hectic activities in my realm I merely deserve a humble, daily dose of vitamins which I am in substantial need of." He poured the Dorwinion wine in a glass and took a sip.
"Mmm, the only thing that never fails me!"

Up in the healing rooms the situation is about to change since Diana became fully conscious. She could hear but somehow she still didn't want to open her eyes because she didn't want to face the consequences of her previous actions therefore, she laid on the bed pretending to be asleep while her mind was trying to collect her thoughts.
"There is not much time, Diana you must, no, you have to think as fast as you can. What will you tell them? Now when I think of that plan with amnesia it doesn't sound a bit plausible. Dear Lord, fuck, fuck and fuck! Maybe I should say that my parents died when I was young and as I was a hyperactive elfling I have wandered off and common people found me and raised me... This would explain a lot but the slight problem is my age. How old am I here? If I was 25 on the Earth, and let us say that it is a quarter, no, a third of a life span than in the elvish life span it would be around 1000 years, even more than that. Jesus Christ! No one will ever believe me. They will ask what I have been doing for the last 1000 years and what am I supposed to answer? Perhaps that I've been hiding from them or acting out Columbus and trying to find a new continent in the Middle Earth! Hahahaha. I am really pathetic. Moreover, what about my clothes? They should have looked like some strange fashion to those who tended me. Luckily I wore pretty much plain clothes; the boots-not that unordinary, leggings and a simple t-shirt. Actually the clothes probably won't pose a problem as a one thousand year gap. There is no sense in trying to make an alibi, I'll play the amnesia card for the time being until I figure it out.
Diana rolled over opening her eyes only to see Tauriel sitting in the chair and looking directly at her
"Hello." She mumbled.
"Good evening, how do you feel? Tauriel asked.
"I have a headache, umm, where am I and who are you? Diana tried to act confused and fortunately the headache helped her in that aim.
"I am Tauriel and you are in the healing rooms of the Woodland Realm, you were injured by an orc and found by Legolas and me, we brought you here. What is your name? Tauriel asked while giving her a cup of water.
"Tauriel, Legolas, Mirkwood... and their creepy king... Shit..." she thought and then continued out loud: "Mm...My name?" Tauriel could see the horror in Diana's eyes.
"I am quite positive it is Aegeria. But I cannot recall how and why I have decided to come in your realm. She took a sip of water and lowered her gaze on the blanket with which she was covered continuing: "My brain is squirming like a toad and everything concerning my memories appears scattered and complex to reorganize it in an apprehensive form." Tauriel took Diana's hand on her own.
"Aegeria, do not worry, you only woke up. It is natural to feel dizzy and disoriented after a head injury you obtained. It will take some time until everything sinks in."
"I sincerely hope so." Aegeria answered, her lips shaping a little smile.
"I should go now since the king ordered me to fetch him as soon as you are up. I will do my best to keep him from bothering you unnecessarily. After all you need to rest as much as you can."
"Tauriel! Thank you." To that Tauriel smiled and left to find the king.

The king was still lounging in the royal library, drinking the wine and musing over the new elleth. It was entertaining to him how at first he was at his wits' end by the whole situation, not knowing anything about her. He still does not but step by step he will determine the true purpose of her existence in his kingdom.
"I am not wholly sure if I should give her hard time or wait for her to let it slip." He took another sip staring at his reflection in the half empty bottle of wine.
"Your Majesty." Tauriel greeted. "I am here to inform you that Aegeria woke up."
"So she did. How is she feeling?" Thranduil asked.
"Her head aches, she is disoriented and seems to have amnesia, but if you wish to see her you can."
"And I will, let us go. He went to accompany Tauriel thinking to himself: "So it would seem I will have to wait her to let it slip and along with amnesia she will fail rather quickly in whatever she has intended."

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